The trouble with mink is that they are cute and inquisitive and, when they're dressed in black on a sunny afternoon, remarkably good-looking, but these appearances hide a vicious killer, as Titch MacLachlan reported recently, here.
We've had one arrive in the middle of a picnic. He was absolutely determined to join in, and had to be deterred by a volley of well-aimed stones, though he kept coming back. Later we realised it wasn't so much the picnic that interested him as the guts of some mackerel we'd caught and cleaned in the shallows.
This is the first mink we've seen along this coast for some time - we'd been beginning to hope that something had happened to clear them away. He was obviously young, perhaps one of last year's cubs, so, unfortunately, there are probably others around.